This I Swear.

"It got me scared of losing you just like right now." John said.

Torrie looked at John, not saying a word.

"That night you were shot in front of me, Torrie I have ever been so scared, you were beyond fragile and I was terrfied of losing you" John confessed.

"It really stayed with you?"

John nodded. "Every single day, sometimes I get a flashback of it....I'm so sorry I left you for a moment but I promise I'll be the last person you see, to the first person when you come back around this I swear to you Torrie Anne Wilson-Cena" John spoke.

Torrie just stared at John, before a small smile went across her face.

"I love you Tor." John said.

Torrie sat up slowly and held her arms out to John.

"I love you too," She muttered, smiling a little brighter.

John went over to Torrie and hugged her.

"Don't ever walk away, or turn away ever again" Torrie muttered.

"I won't, I swear to you I won't" John spoke, Torrie let out a small smile over John's shoulder before her back locked up.

She gasped silently, feeling her breath quickening with her heart beating faster, and faster. She tried to scream, tried to say his name but couldn't.

Her body started to go limb, before her eyes slowly closed falling unconscious on the shoulder of her husband.

"Torrie?" John asked.

He looked at her then gently lied her down on the bed before running out the door.

"I need help!" John yelled.

Torrie laid unconscious on the bed, with blonde hair resting on her shoulders.

A nurse came over to the frantic John Cena. "What seems to be the problem?" She asked.

Torrie continued to lie on the bed, unreponsive.

"Sir is everything okay?" The nurse asked seeing the panic expression in John's face.

"She passed out." John said.

The nurse looked at John.

"I'm sorry what? you need to be more clear?" She said.

"I don't know, she just passed out." John said.

"Who did?" The nurse asked.

"Torrie!" John yelled.

"Please you gotta help her! my wife...please" John pleaded.

The Nurse came in, and went over to the unconscious blonde in the bed, known as Torrie Wilson-Cena.

John just stood there, with a look of fear in his eyes for his precious wife.

John closed his eyes as he rubbed his temple waiting outside Torrie's room.

"Is she going to be okay?"

"I'll do all I can John, but I can't work miracles" The doctor muttered while John just stared at Torrie through the window.

"What do you mean? she's....not gonna??"

"Torrie is weak, all I'm gonna say is I'll do my best but I'll be aware of the worst that can happen" The doctor said with a sympathetic tone in his voice.

"But...she can't...die." John said.

"Like I said I will do everything I can" Doctor ArmStrong spoke.

John just stared at Torrie through the window, he wished he never left Torrie because when he walked away, he left Torrie alone in fear.

"This is all my fault." John muttered.

John lowered his head down as he couldn't stand to see Torrie lying motionless in the bed for another moment.

He gripped his fingers unto the wall, stopping himself from losing control he couldn't lose Torrie, everything he did was for her.

"I'm...so sorry.. John muttered as his eyes met Torrie's motionless frame in the window.

"Why are you standing out here for?" Carol Cena asked standing beside her son.

"Go in there, she needs you more than ever now John" Carol gently pushed her son with her hand on her back.

"She's going to die." John muttered.

"What? no she's not.." Carol spoke.

"You're just scared of losing her," Carol soothed to John.

"I left her, all alone I did the one thing I swore I'll never do" John spoke, while he just stared at Torrie.

"Then be there for her now," Carol muttered as she opened the door.

"I can't watch her die mom." John said.

"Darling she needs you now," Carol said to John.